Just arrived London a few days ago preparing for my new job here.
Moving
is always tiring. Not only because of the complex relocating process,
but also because of the subtle mental changes. No more familiar faces
around you, nor anyone is familiar to your face. It's a new place; a
new start.
I have been moving around the globe over the last few
years. New York, Edinburgh, London were once my places, but never my
home. Not even the place where I grew up is my root anymore.
Perhaps I don't belong to anywhere
Or perhaps, moving around is the price our generation has to pay in order to be successful.
